You confuse me
men of home
you tell me
you want to snuggle
on cold mornings.
You tell me
I am the apple of your eye
and yet you surprise me
next day
with your wedding invitation.
What was I to you?
Mere chattel?
Only to pass your time?
Why then did you hound me
when I was perfectly happy on my own?
Why did my solitariness
irk you?
Was I another conquest on your list of
things?
How could you
scum of the earth?
It is not just my curses you have
earned.
My tears carry a far greater weight
than beknownst to you
for they carry the pain of
a thousand desires
unrequited.
